当我再次漫步在夕阳映照下的金色校园时,脑海中浮现出了曾令我感动的画面。我是一个住校生,每周只能回一次家。年幼的我一直忍受着离家、想家的滋味。记得有天下午第二节课时,我突然感到头痛。课后,我独自在座位上休息。不一会儿,我全身发冷,没一点力气,头像是被一万根针扎一样痛。同桌见我难受的神情,忙问“:你怎么了?”我睁开眼睛,无力地说:“我……有些 When I walked again in the sunset golden map of the campus, my mind emerged once touched the picture. I am a resident student and can only go home once a week. I have been young to live with home, homesick taste. I remember a day afternoon when the second class, I suddenly felt a headache. After class, I rest in my seat alone. A moment later, I was chilly, with a little bit of strength, and the picture was as painful as ten thousand needles. See my uncomfortable look at the same table, busy asking ”: What’s the matter? “ I opened my eyes, powerless to say: ”I ... some